Title: Starlight, Starlight
Chapter 6: The Eyes Have It
Author: Steven Quinlan
Disclaimer: I own them all....Psych! However the plot is mine
Archives: Let me know where, but otherwise feel free to archive
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Q: What do you call a Nietzschean Doctor if you want to survive surgery?
A: Anything he damnwell wants
-How to annoy a Nietzschean
Jokes, volume XXVII
CY 9821
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Tyr Anasazi's Point Of View
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Damn him! Damn him to the lowest depths of Hell. Dylan Hunt has made some very stupid decisions since I've been on board, but this one has to rank among the stupidest. I am convinced that were you to look it up in the dictionary you would find a description of this idea next to the definition of stupid.
With a roar I slam my fist into the punch bag, the physical excersize I've been doing for the last hour isn't helping to calm me down. I cannot believe he is going to allow a group of Nietzscheans free access to the Andromeda and her medical bay.
It doesn't matter that this might be the fastest way to get the little professor's eyes back, that could be done somewhere else. This is a risk of ships security.
"Ship, where is Dylan." I wait, seething for the ship's voice to tell me where to find our beloved captain. By all rights I should be taking my property and leaving, but then, I've felt that way before.
I have to try and convince him one more time that this idea is dangerous. I'm not overly familair with Falcon Pride, beyond their abandoment of the Kodiak, but the idea of a short, fat, balding Nietzschean is almost impossible. If his genes were that bad then he would have been killed as a child to avoid continuing a tainted bloodline.
"Dylan is in Hangar bay 4, welcoming Alexander, his bodyguard and his doctor on board." Damnable avatar. I have always disliked the fact that she felt willing to project her image into any room. I didn't want to see her, only hear her.
I have never understood A.I.'s. They are machines, given a form, and a so called life and claimed to be sentient. They are machines, programmed to appear alive and helpfull, but they are still machines. Just like this hologram of the ship isn't alive, neither is the computer that runs it.
They should never have granted AI's sentience, it was bad enough that your ships computer might not agree with your opinions, but to have a computer capable of disobeying? It boggles my mind, even more so considering that almost all of the high end AI's model themselves on kludges, a chaotic, disobedient species if ever there was one.
I'm barely aware of walking through the curved decks of the ship as I stride towards the hangar bay. Dylan has already rejected my arguments, so I will have to either bring them more forcefully, or I'll have to develop new ones.
I'm also on edge, I realise this when a hand touches my shoulder, and I snap round, drive my elbow into the persons solar plexus, grab the arm that was on my shoulder, and whip them around and into the opposite wall.
I come to a full stop when I realise that the person i've just thrown into a wall and is now sliding down it, is Beka. Cursing softly under my breath I walk over to the other side of the hallway and help lift her to her feet.
Even though she is hissing slightly while feeling the back of her head she seems fine. I'm about to ask her if she's okay when she grabs me by the lapels of my shirt and slams me back against the bulkhead.
"Jezus Tyr, what is wrong with you. First you don't listen to me when I call you and then you attack me when I finally catch up with you."
I relax slightly in her grip. It's an adrenaline rush from being thrown into the wall, and I can live with that. I have to admit, it takes fire to try and mandhandle a person two heads taller than yourself.
It's one of the many things I have admired about Beka Valentine. When we first me, I assumed she was like any other kludge, a waste of genes, but she has proven, time and again, that she is resourcefull, capable and not in any way intimidated by anyone. I like that.
"Well?" she demands, as she keeps me pressed up against the wall. I bring my arms up between hers, breaking the hold she has, and reverse it so she is the one with her back to the wall.
I lean in real close before softly starting to speak. "You really should know better than to come at a Nietzschean from behind."
Her anger is still in place, but a familiar sardonic smile graces her face. "Believe me, coming at you from behind wasn't in my game plan."
I almost let a frown cross my face, is she....flirting? with me. It's hard to tell with her at times. I push that thought away, as fascinating as it might be to explore Beka Valentine, I won't be able to do so if Dylan gets us all killed.
"I was going to see if I can talk Captain Hunt out of this idiotic idea to give eight Nietzscheans the run of the ship." I push of from the wall and start to turn when she grabs my arm, I swing my elbow towards her again, trying to make a point, I suppose. She neatly blocks it, then kicks my legs out from under me.
It takes me nearly three seconds to realise what happened, and by the time I do, she has sat down comfortably on my chest. Looking at her, arms folder across her chest, again with that blasted smile on her face I can't help but smile slightly. this is definitely one to respect.
"Oh no you don't, Tyr Anasazi. You made your objections, Dylan made a decision, and while he's the captain we are going to have to respect that. A starship crew isn't a democracy you know."
She stays sitting on me for a few more seconds, probably to make sure that I've got the message. I don't need to tell her that I could through her of easily, she knows that, it isn't the point.
"I know, still this situation is worrying." I will do as she asks, and leave it be for the moment. But I still feel the need to make the point that there is something wrong here. It is something I cannot put my finger on, and yet I'm sure that Alexander is lying. I think I'll go and talk to him later.
She finally get's of me, and then, to my surprise, offers me an arm. I clasp it and she helps pull me to my feet.
"Yes, but besides keeping a real good eye on things, what can you do?"
"I suppose." It galls me to admit it, but I was probably more angry than I was reasonable. If nothing else, this interlude has calmed me down somewhat. Staying angry is not a mistake I intend to make again while Alexander and his men are on board.
She turns away from me and walks down the hall, as she comes to an intersection she turns, and gives me a slight smile.
"See you at dinner Tyr, maybe you'll see me coming then."
I laugh out loud as she vanishes though the corridor. There is truly no one quite like Beka Valentine.
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I wait another hour, and reread parts of 'Fountainhead', a book I have always enjoyed reading before making my way to the quarters assigned to Alexander and his people. As I enter at least two seperate people point a weapon at me and I once again curse Dylan's softness. He should have taken those weapons from them at the first oppertunity.
"You must be Tyr Anasazi." A voice rings out from a chair to the side of the room. I glance over there and see exactly what Harper describer. I find it almost unbelieveable.
"I just got through talking to your captain. Interesting man, I'll admit. He agreed to take us to Korendar 9 while my doctor helps your Mr. Harper."
"Dylan Hunt is also foolish, naive and far to trusting. I would speak with you", I tell him, then glance at his seven bodyguards. "Alone!"
Alexander waves to his guards and they instantly get up and leave. Good, at least they are well trained. Once they are all out of the room I press the lock.
"Ship! Privacy mode." It acknowledges me that privacy is now engaged and I turn to Alexander.
"There is something about you that is telling my instincts to shoot you know, and save us the trouble later." I tell him while walking slowly towards him. I can see it in his eyes, that he realises that i'm stalking him.
That is the one thing that has bothered me no end. His bionic eyes, I have read something about a Nietzschean with Bionics, but I don't recall where. It's probably no big matter, but I would like to know anyway.
"Straight and to the point aren't you. Very well, why haven't you shot me then?"
I smile at that. The answer is as obvious as it is ironic. "Because Dylan has a belief that you are on our side, or at least not our enemy." I personally don't believe it for a moment, but for now I will respect Dylan's wishes."
"You don't share your captain's belief?"
"I am neither as naive, nor as innocent as captain Hunt. If you prove him wrong, I will kill you myself." I see a barely perceptible twitch as I make my threat.
People have always made grandiose comments of how something isn't a threat, it's a promise. I am not that melodramatic. It is a threat, pure and simple.
He sneers at me, something I find both very brave and very foolish. "I'm surprised at you Anasazi, I would have thought you woud have appreciated what I went through to remain with my Pride. Even though the loss of yours wasn't your fault, I have no doubts about what you would have done to save them."
Wrong subject. Wrong subject by far, as I grab him and lift him bodily of his chair before slamming him into the wall as hard as I can without breaking his back. I snarl in satisfaction as I hear him give a strangled cry of pain and lose all his breath. With my hands around his throat, he won't be drawing in any new breath soon either.
"Never talk about the Kodiak in my presence again." I practically yell into his face. "Falcon Pride was one of the clans we begged for help while our men, women and children were being butchered and you did nothing."
In disgust I let him go and he crumples to the ground choking and trying to draw in breath. I turn to leave when he starts speaking through the wheezes.
"Remember Tyr, that was a long time ago."
I turn, very, very slowly.
"I remember, even if no one else is left to remember, I shall remember that betrayal." I turn off the privacy mode and unlock the door. without turning I tell him to remember my warning, with that I walk out. There is some research I need to do, and then I need to do some planning.
Chapter 6: The Eyes Have It
Author: Steven Quinlan
Disclaimer: I own them all....Psych! However the plot is mine
Archives: Let me know where, but otherwise feel free to archive
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Q: What do you call a Nietzschean Doctor if you want to survive surgery?
A: Anything he damnwell wants
-How to annoy a Nietzschean
Jokes, volume XXVII
CY 9821
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Tyr Anasazi's Point Of View
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Damn him! Damn him to the lowest depths of Hell. Dylan Hunt has made some very stupid decisions since I've been on board, but this one has to rank among the stupidest. I am convinced that were you to look it up in the dictionary you would find a description of this idea next to the definition of stupid.
With a roar I slam my fist into the punch bag, the physical excersize I've been doing for the last hour isn't helping to calm me down. I cannot believe he is going to allow a group of Nietzscheans free access to the Andromeda and her medical bay.
It doesn't matter that this might be the fastest way to get the little professor's eyes back, that could be done somewhere else. This is a risk of ships security.
"Ship, where is Dylan." I wait, seething for the ship's voice to tell me where to find our beloved captain. By all rights I should be taking my property and leaving, but then, I've felt that way before.
I have to try and convince him one more time that this idea is dangerous. I'm not overly familair with Falcon Pride, beyond their abandoment of the Kodiak, but the idea of a short, fat, balding Nietzschean is almost impossible. If his genes were that bad then he would have been killed as a child to avoid continuing a tainted bloodline.
"Dylan is in Hangar bay 4, welcoming Alexander, his bodyguard and his doctor on board." Damnable avatar. I have always disliked the fact that she felt willing to project her image into any room. I didn't want to see her, only hear her.
I have never understood A.I.'s. They are machines, given a form, and a so called life and claimed to be sentient. They are machines, programmed to appear alive and helpfull, but they are still machines. Just like this hologram of the ship isn't alive, neither is the computer that runs it.
They should never have granted AI's sentience, it was bad enough that your ships computer might not agree with your opinions, but to have a computer capable of disobeying? It boggles my mind, even more so considering that almost all of the high end AI's model themselves on kludges, a chaotic, disobedient species if ever there was one.
I'm barely aware of walking through the curved decks of the ship as I stride towards the hangar bay. Dylan has already rejected my arguments, so I will have to either bring them more forcefully, or I'll have to develop new ones.
I'm also on edge, I realise this when a hand touches my shoulder, and I snap round, drive my elbow into the persons solar plexus, grab the arm that was on my shoulder, and whip them around and into the opposite wall.
I come to a full stop when I realise that the person i've just thrown into a wall and is now sliding down it, is Beka. Cursing softly under my breath I walk over to the other side of the hallway and help lift her to her feet.
Even though she is hissing slightly while feeling the back of her head she seems fine. I'm about to ask her if she's okay when she grabs me by the lapels of my shirt and slams me back against the bulkhead.
"Jezus Tyr, what is wrong with you. First you don't listen to me when I call you and then you attack me when I finally catch up with you."
I relax slightly in her grip. It's an adrenaline rush from being thrown into the wall, and I can live with that. I have to admit, it takes fire to try and mandhandle a person two heads taller than yourself.
It's one of the many things I have admired about Beka Valentine. When we first me, I assumed she was like any other kludge, a waste of genes, but she has proven, time and again, that she is resourcefull, capable and not in any way intimidated by anyone. I like that.
"Well?" she demands, as she keeps me pressed up against the wall. I bring my arms up between hers, breaking the hold she has, and reverse it so she is the one with her back to the wall.
I lean in real close before softly starting to speak. "You really should know better than to come at a Nietzschean from behind."
Her anger is still in place, but a familiar sardonic smile graces her face. "Believe me, coming at you from behind wasn't in my game plan."
I almost let a frown cross my face, is she....flirting? with me. It's hard to tell with her at times. I push that thought away, as fascinating as it might be to explore Beka Valentine, I won't be able to do so if Dylan gets us all killed.
"I was going to see if I can talk Captain Hunt out of this idiotic idea to give eight Nietzscheans the run of the ship." I push of from the wall and start to turn when she grabs my arm, I swing my elbow towards her again, trying to make a point, I suppose. She neatly blocks it, then kicks my legs out from under me.
It takes me nearly three seconds to realise what happened, and by the time I do, she has sat down comfortably on my chest. Looking at her, arms folder across her chest, again with that blasted smile on her face I can't help but smile slightly. this is definitely one to respect.
"Oh no you don't, Tyr Anasazi. You made your objections, Dylan made a decision, and while he's the captain we are going to have to respect that. A starship crew isn't a democracy you know."
She stays sitting on me for a few more seconds, probably to make sure that I've got the message. I don't need to tell her that I could through her of easily, she knows that, it isn't the point.
"I know, still this situation is worrying." I will do as she asks, and leave it be for the moment. But I still feel the need to make the point that there is something wrong here. It is something I cannot put my finger on, and yet I'm sure that Alexander is lying. I think I'll go and talk to him later.
She finally get's of me, and then, to my surprise, offers me an arm. I clasp it and she helps pull me to my feet.
"Yes, but besides keeping a real good eye on things, what can you do?"
"I suppose." It galls me to admit it, but I was probably more angry than I was reasonable. If nothing else, this interlude has calmed me down somewhat. Staying angry is not a mistake I intend to make again while Alexander and his men are on board.
She turns away from me and walks down the hall, as she comes to an intersection she turns, and gives me a slight smile.
"See you at dinner Tyr, maybe you'll see me coming then."
I laugh out loud as she vanishes though the corridor. There is truly no one quite like Beka Valentine.
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I wait another hour, and reread parts of 'Fountainhead', a book I have always enjoyed reading before making my way to the quarters assigned to Alexander and his people. As I enter at least two seperate people point a weapon at me and I once again curse Dylan's softness. He should have taken those weapons from them at the first oppertunity.
"You must be Tyr Anasazi." A voice rings out from a chair to the side of the room. I glance over there and see exactly what Harper describer. I find it almost unbelieveable.
"I just got through talking to your captain. Interesting man, I'll admit. He agreed to take us to Korendar 9 while my doctor helps your Mr. Harper."
"Dylan Hunt is also foolish, naive and far to trusting. I would speak with you", I tell him, then glance at his seven bodyguards. "Alone!"
Alexander waves to his guards and they instantly get up and leave. Good, at least they are well trained. Once they are all out of the room I press the lock.
"Ship! Privacy mode." It acknowledges me that privacy is now engaged and I turn to Alexander.
"There is something about you that is telling my instincts to shoot you know, and save us the trouble later." I tell him while walking slowly towards him. I can see it in his eyes, that he realises that i'm stalking him.
That is the one thing that has bothered me no end. His bionic eyes, I have read something about a Nietzschean with Bionics, but I don't recall where. It's probably no big matter, but I would like to know anyway.
"Straight and to the point aren't you. Very well, why haven't you shot me then?"
I smile at that. The answer is as obvious as it is ironic. "Because Dylan has a belief that you are on our side, or at least not our enemy." I personally don't believe it for a moment, but for now I will respect Dylan's wishes."
"You don't share your captain's belief?"
"I am neither as naive, nor as innocent as captain Hunt. If you prove him wrong, I will kill you myself." I see a barely perceptible twitch as I make my threat.
People have always made grandiose comments of how something isn't a threat, it's a promise. I am not that melodramatic. It is a threat, pure and simple.
He sneers at me, something I find both very brave and very foolish. "I'm surprised at you Anasazi, I would have thought you woud have appreciated what I went through to remain with my Pride. Even though the loss of yours wasn't your fault, I have no doubts about what you would have done to save them."
Wrong subject. Wrong subject by far, as I grab him and lift him bodily of his chair before slamming him into the wall as hard as I can without breaking his back. I snarl in satisfaction as I hear him give a strangled cry of pain and lose all his breath. With my hands around his throat, he won't be drawing in any new breath soon either.
"Never talk about the Kodiak in my presence again." I practically yell into his face. "Falcon Pride was one of the clans we begged for help while our men, women and children were being butchered and you did nothing."
In disgust I let him go and he crumples to the ground choking and trying to draw in breath. I turn to leave when he starts speaking through the wheezes.
"Remember Tyr, that was a long time ago."
I turn, very, very slowly.
"I remember, even if no one else is left to remember, I shall remember that betrayal." I turn off the privacy mode and unlock the door. without turning I tell him to remember my warning, with that I walk out. There is some research I need to do, and then I need to do some planning.